Hypergod

Radovan P. Cvetkovski, comments:

"...There is also that moment of the touch of death with childhood. Here for the poet is life, fear, light. Opposite of joy is the instant illusion of fear. All in a high stylistic order, as if we were talking to the poet, conveying the sight or the image, the living image of the word destiny. All that is shaped by the meaning of illusion, delusion, autocannibalism, modesty and monologues. The figurativeness rings out, the word in the monologue, coloring it soulfully to be heard that flickers and burns as if it were alive. This is a line that sets the backbone of the verse and the poetry book. Parallel to this line is the style like a seed with its own furrow.